From this angle, he could only see a small part of the side profile.
Mo Shangjun leaned against the back of the chair, slightly raised her head, staring straight ahead with a calm side profile, devoid of any emotion, but her hand was tightly clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of her hand bulged.
Peng Yuqiu thought, this is bad, he can't handle such a situation.
Then he thought, if only Yan Ye were here.
From start to finish, Mo Shangjun didn't utter a single word.
And, except for briefly describing what happened to Chen Lu, Cen Zhi didn't say another word.
She didn't even comfort Mo Shangjun.
Cen Zhi drove to the criminal police squad.
There's a forensic doctor here; after Chen Lu was brought back, he was sent here for an autopsy.
When the car stopped, Mo Shangjun instinctively opened the car door, ready to get off, but she overlooked the little boy jogging past the car outside, and as soon as the car door opened, the boy was knocked to the ground by the door.
